The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-08-26

was obliged to make a change. One
can't fly in the face of public opinion.
Then Madame Du Barry came, and OF
course felt our daughter must have
the best advantages.
"And you preferred that vulgar, AZ
fected foreigner for your husbands
only child to the well-bred and equally
competent Mrs. Malon, simply because
of her husbands ill-doing."
"Oh, not vulgar, Mrs. Cross; tribe
affected, perhaps, but that is more her
foreign manner. But she really has
had more advantages than Mrs. Malon.
She is regular graduate Of the Paris
Conservatory.
"And a graduate of the Paris slums.
1 should judge from her unladyfke
manners" l replied, with some heat
you country people are so pre-
JUDGED against the French! You don't
see these things as city folks do. You
don't see the necessity of doing as the
leaders of society dictate-of follow
ing the style of education as well as
dress"
Thank Heaven, we don't!' l ex-
claimed, fervently, "if it necessitates
putting ones children under bold,
unprincipled person, exposing them to
evil influences, and crushing the
worthy but unfortunate. Does your
husband approve your courseP
Not at first. l had quite time
bringing him round to my views. But
now he can not but acknowledge my
wisdom when he sees how much notice
her singing attracts"
l had Il scathing reply ready, but, re-
membering l was a guest, repressed it
In few days | returned to my home;
but, though made all possible effort.
| neither saw nor heard more of Mrs.
Malon.
A year later, passing through AL
bany on my way West, decided at the
last moment to stop over day or two
with my friend.
Passing out of the depot to secure
carriage, was detained by the crowd,
and so overheard part of converse
ton between two acknowledging
women. Was it curiosity, or was it
my good angel prompted me to turn
and question them"
"Yis, ma'am, its dead she is the
night, and a fine lady she was if liver
one was born"
what was her name"
MALLORY, ma am, I'm thinking" re-
piled the first speaker. "Niver NAL
lory," said the other, .'but something
that had the sounding of it."
"Will you take me to see her" l
asked, with strange tremor at my
heart.
The two women exchanged chances.
perhaps she was some relation of
yours" said one.
mo; but perhaps it may prove an
old friend" replied.
The women again looked wise, but
willingly agreed to take me where the
dead body lay.
What was her diseasep" l inquired,
beginning to feel trifle uneasy, as we
turned into narrow, filthy street. -
at wasn't the sickness at all, at all,
to me thinking, it was the throuble,
and the want of the bite and sup that
a dilicate crature like herself na6ed.
We're but poor folks, ma am, and its
nothing but poor victuals we have, but
we did the best we could for the poor
thing, indade, ma am, we did, but it
wasn't what she was used to, and it
was ag'inst her."
My voluble guides continued their
story of the poor lady's sufferings till
they stopped before miserable tene-
ment, with the remark: This is the
place, ma'am."
L followed them up flight of rickety
stairs into a room that humble friends
had tried to make decent. There, on
a board, the ends resting on two
wooden chairs, and covered with a
coarse sheet, lay the remains of-whomp
With a painfully beating heart APP
preached the figure, while an aged
crone, mumbling prayer, turned
aside the sheet There / saw what l
more than expected to see-all that
was mortal of the wife of Judge
Malon; a few faded, common flowers
clasped in the delicate hands, and her
shroud the striped percale.
There, dead of want and suffering.
lay the beautiful and accomplished
Mrs. Malon, once the pride of friends,
the idol of society, in miserable ten
ement, surrounded by want and
wretchedness, the only ones to per-
form the last sad offices for the diving
and dead, the humblest and poorest of